When the I pressed the 7-G doorbell, the entrance opened very quickly. Edgar's face was lit up that same happiness as always. He looked... better than the last time I'd seen him. More even color in his cheeks.
> Or maybe I'm imagining it. <
"Citra! Come in, come in. I was hoping you'd stop by."
"Yes, apparently you placed me on an accepted guest list? I'm not sure I deserve the consideration - I did not even bring a gift when visiting an elder's home."
"Oh, my wife would given you quite the withering condemnation right at the door… for all of about five seconds before she pulled you in and force fed you hospitality - and that likely included having you eat if you were willing."
"Traditions are important. Especially those that are carried out to make respect for one another clear."
